Novel & Cerita Ethan My Babysitter's A Vampire

He greeted Mr Gabriel and took a seat at the back. Just before the class started Mr Gabriel walked up to his desk where he was busy working on a paper so many theories about his quick healing. Could a vampire blood turn him to one? If it was the case that meant he could be turned to a werewolf through the same process. "Ethaniel." He called, Ethan looked up nervously. Had he found out? "Yes sir." Ethan responded in a shaky tone. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Yes sir." Ethan replied his gaze going back to his sheets.

Currently I've already met 3 of the chosen ones. One of them was called Ethan locks who was a male vampire and of pure blood, he has blond hair that reached down to his neck like a rock star style along with green eyes and a pointy chin. He is also quite tall and loves to flirt with cute boys furthermore, he doesn't hide the fact he likes boys despite when I first met him, I thought he was more of a shy person as he doesn't talk a lot in front of me. However when he sees a cute boy, he goes into an overdrive and turns into a completely different person which was quite amusing to see. His personality is also kind and quite geeky in some ways which isn't bad. I met Ethan in California, he was

(Lucian's POV) I stood at the bathtub edge, watching Hunter Thorne sit in the water with Ethan. Hunter's nose kept running, spreading snot across his face with each wipe. "Dad, your face looks kind of dark..." Ethan said, his green eyes watching me. I hadn't expected to babysit both pups while Elara visited the Rivers' territory. Ethan was manageable, but Hunter with his cold tested my patience. "I'm fine," I handed Hunter a tissue. "Blow."

She needed to cut her losses. Ethan was the best. After she finally managed to extricate herself from the car, with a flushed face and trembling lips, she waved at Ethan as he drove off. Then she entered the house, her thoughts threatening to overwhelm her. The babysitter - a new one, who was a werewolf from the service William had given her the contact information without her asking - stood and smiled at her. She was a thirty-something year old and clearly was used to handling children, and even had a license for childcare.

He never had a mate, he's a lone wolf, and so taking care of me was the only thing that kept him alive, wolves need a mate but Ethan didn't have one, instead, he decided to take care of a child, call me his own and then raised me to be me. Ethan didn't share my birth father's ideas, he doesn't believe that vampires are bad, he says they aren't so bad, not all vampires kill on sight, not all vampires are bad, just the rogue ones, just like there are rogue wolves. And when I asked about the ones who killed my family, Ethan explained things to me, and they weren't pretty not at all.

"No, you're right. It's a good plan. I'm sorry I doubt you so much. I have trust issues with any male that likes Kayla. I know you mean well. Do you think the vampires will kill me?" "No, they won't kill you. On the contrary your goth attire will likely amuse them. Especially Ethan. He is a bit of a Tim Burton fan nerd. Just because he's a vampire doesn't mean he doesn't have a liking for human films. He has quite the passion for them."

Curious, I approach the door, reflecting on how much easier it was to sneak around when I wasn’t carrying ten extra pounds of puppy in my mid-section. I hear Devon first, his usually gentle voice uncommonly serious. “I have to tell you the truth, Ethan.” At once I realize he must be preparing to confess his vampirism to Ethan, and at first I lose interest. After all, I already know this information. However before I can walk away Ethan’s deep voice reaches my ears, and I stop short. “What do you mean?” Ethan responds, his tone so sharp it takes me aback. “Don’t tell me you’re going back on our deal.”

I quietly close the door behind me, before making my way to the living room. In the living room, I find Ethan pacing anxiously in the living room, his expression tense and worried. He turns towards me as I enter, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and urgency. "We need to talk," he says, his voice low but urgent. "You could have called," I mutter, sleep still evident in my voice as I sit on the couch. "You fucking knew she was Mae's sister and you made me babysit her," Ethan yells. "Language," I point out sinking into the chair. I am still drowning in sleep to argue right now. "I was going to tell you."

A tiny smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Miss Vanessa,” he said, his voice deep and rough like gravel wrapped in velvet. “I’m Ethan. I’ll be driving you from now on.” I crossed my arms under my breasts, pushing them up on purpose. “Great. Another babysitter. Just what I needed.” He opened the back door for me, but his eyes never left mine. “I’m not here to babysit. I’m here to keep you safe… and to make sure you behave.” The way he said “behave” sent a dirty thrill straight between my legs.

Ethan’s father, Sebastian, was the head of the city’s Urban Development Bureau, and Seraphina Arden’s father, Elijah, was his chauffeur. When Ethan was eleven, his mother passed away after a prolonged illness. His grandparents were elderly and frail, and Sebastian, overwhelmed by his responsibilities, hired housekeepers, but none could truly take care of Ethan. Ethan, a proud and reserved boy, didn’t like being around others. He often sat alone in his father’s office, waiting late into the evening for Sebastian to finish work.